The stench of the city was enough to make Paul and Taylor gag more than once, Cappy was used to it since living in it for more than a couple of centuries, however he candidly mentioned that today was particularly rough.

Handkerchiefs covering their nose and mouth, the couple continued traveling with Cappy until they reached the McLeary lumber mill.

As he said, it's abandoned to the point that the sign had since fallen apart and the lettering worn away from lack of maintenance and large graffiti covered most of the cobble walls.

Weeds have overtaken much of the old road leading up to the mill and foliage overtook the abandoned lumber yard.

Nobody had been here since Cappy made the bust, at least until recently given his sources.

Paul suggested retaliation, but Cappy doesn't think so, saying that if it was, there'd be threats against him and Lizzy.

"And I made sure of that," Cappy points to Bumble as she raised her blackened hand with metallic seams going down her fingers.

Believe him when he said he went through every logical avenue before coming to this conclusion.

"What do you think, someone on his payroll moved in after he was jailed?" Paul asks Cappy as they continued following him up the trail through the old lumber yard with vines wrapped around the abandoned logs and prepped planks.

Cappy responded with, "I doubt it. I been quite busy since I got into this life that I don't believe it's someone I know."

Bumble confirmed this with her assessment of the situation having spent time looking into everyone in the old boss's life that none of them could have moved into the old lumber mill.

"Someone uninvolved trying to take advantage of him gone, then?" Taylor brought up a theory.

Thinking it over, Cappy said, "Hm, maybe, I don't know. Too on the nose for someone to move in here, you can't find anyone on the streets who didn't know about the McLeary case."

It'd be foolish if they did, but too early to say anything until they find out the culprit behind the disappearances.

Bumble didn't believe it could've been a shanghai operation, there hadn't been cases recently, not in their area, and the prominent figures have since been imprisoned for their crimes.

Can't be a serial killer since there weren't any bodies, just making sure she listed every possible reason someone would take over the old lumber mill.

"When did these disappearances start?" Paul inquired more about the case as he followed Cappy towards the boarded-up entrance of the lumber mill.

Checking the wooden planks that been nailed to the entrance way, Cappy answers, "My informant said it started two weeks ago, he didn't see a connection until recently. A man went missing around here a few days ago and soon after his brother came here to look for him. When he went missing himself after being gone for two days, my informant got into contact with me."

It made the couple curious why people were coming to the old lumber mill and Bumble answered their question that counterculture liked to frequent in abandoned areas.

Ever since it been shut down it's been a haven for them, well until recently.

"But before, nobody went missing?" Paul gestures as Bumble stiffly nodded.

This was a new development and something working like clockwork.

Nothing suggesting it was something familiar to Cappy and Bumble, it only meant that they were working with an unknown variable.

Which meant that their situation can turn at any moment in time.

"Bumble, what do you see?" Cappy inquires what she saw through her enhanced eyes.

Glimpsing around, Bumble answers that there were burn marks in the ground leading towards the back of the lumber mill where the loading docks for the processed wood were.

"Burnt?" Cappy raised his fine brow.

Stiffly nodding her head, Bumble affirmed that she sees a trail of burn marks, but they're old, given how the ground was starting to regrow.

Peering at the ground as Bumble moved around, Cappy sees the faint burn marks.

They didn't come from the carts used to move lumber to and around, the markings don't lie up.

Whatever made them was singular, round.

Not many things made round singular burn marks trailing and even the counterculture that came through here wouldn't do something stupid by playing with fire near the lumber mill.

Following Bumble while she trailed the singular burn marks, they walked around the building, the thick smell of old wood chips hit their nose, reminiscent to Paul's summers with his uncles' working on projects.

The burn marks sharply stopped at the closed dock door, given the steep drop from the top of the dock door to below, it would have been logical something was lifted to the top and brought through the opened dock door.

However, as Cappy and Bumble informed the couple, after the bust, the lumber mill was gutted to pay off the debts, and because of it, nothing was left.

Could have been someone who went missing recently using a portable crane they brought with them.

It's known that people liked to have parties in the mill itself, so likely a crane brought up the alcohol and whatever else.

"Hm, don't think so, my scanners are saying this isn't the work of a crane," Bumble knelt near the burn marks, her eyes illuminating as she processed the information.

Tilting his head, Cappy gestures as he asks Bumble what the signatures were and lowered his hand as Bumble responded, "Inconclusive."

Given the age, the burn marks have been here for weeks, around the time people been disappearing.

"What's the signature, Bumble?" Cappy stepped forward as Bumble stood up from her spot and her eyes ceased illuminating.

Bumble said, "I never seen anything like it before, sir."

Turning his attention to the dock doors, Cappy slowly nods, before giving the three orders, and working together they found their way into the mill proper.

The heavy smell of wood lingered despite having been in disused for years, graffiti and vandalism marred the sparse areas where machinery once worked hours on end processing logs into whatever was ordered at the time.

From pressed wood sheets to planks, the mill saw everything, now bare and riddled with empty bottles of beer.

Faintly there's still traces of the glue smell from those days, while the four slowly made their way through the lumber mill.

Old beanbags, tape decks, cigarette butts sticking out of makeshift cigarette trays made with whatever someone found, pornography mags to go with everything else.

Given what Bumble scanned, they were there for a long period.

"What's this?" Taylor calls out as she knelt to retrieve a bag with half the zipper open and something poking out of it.

Coming towards it, Cappy took it into his hands and reached into the backpack.

He brought out a device that was no bigger than his fist.

It's a round oblong white disc with indentations on the sides with laser cut icons etched into the indentations indicating their functions.

Cappy identified it as a recording device, something that the "kids" these days use when they want to video their stunts and whatnot.

"Think you can get something off it?" Cappy handed it to Bumble.

Nodding, she reached behind her neck and pulled a long metallic cord with an end and inserted it into the slot on the disc.

Connected to the recording disc, Bumble proceeded to go through it.

Her eyes illuminated as she processed the data and as she did, she informs Cappy what she found.

"This was from about two weeks ago," she identified the time line from when the recording disc was being used.

She can see the owners, a man and a woman.

Urban explorers.

They came to the lumber mill because they figured they could do some videos with it, though that since nobody came up here that they could have free reign on the whole building.

They didn't have a portable crane with them, though.

Given the signatures of the recording, this happened around midnight, the two used torchlights to get around, and the man having fun teasing the woman for being spooked at the sight of the lumber mill at night.

Scrolling through the video, Bumble stopped when she saw the woman holding the recording disc with fear in her eyes as she's calling out to the man, but he didn't respond, and she was quivering in her spot as she shouted his name.

Trying to move, the visibly distressed woman fought her legs as she tried fleeing from the lumber mill, but something went wrong, and there was a look in her hazel eyes, a realisation.

"Something's… something's here…" she whispers into the recording disc as she starts panicking. "Please… someone…"

She couldn't say anything more as she felt a jolt run up her spine that made her turn off the recording disk.

The few seconds before the recording disc shutoff, the woman shoved it into the backpack that Taylor found.

"Can you see anything in the video?" Paul asks if Bumble could identify what frightened the woman.

Unhooking the cable from the recording disc and it retracted to the slot behind her neck, Bumble answers that she didn't see anything in the videos she pulled from the recording disc.

However, there was a limit to how far the recording disc can record an area, so there's missing gaps in the data stream, and well, Bumble can't work a miracle.

"Something's here?" Paul turned his head towards Cappy.

Rubbing his chin as his brow furrowed, Cappy muses, "Impossible! How could something come here within a few weeks without us knowing, now?"